Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2013 16:13:50 GMT
Jul 24 2007
It’s hours after Ultimate Mayhem, a show that witnessed Double J getting screwed out of his victory over Ritilin when NC-17 and Slipstream made sure Joe couldn’t win it. The locker rooms of the Pepsi arena are empty and quite with only a handful of guys here and there tearing down the ring and the stage to haul everything to the next venue. In his locker room Double J is sitting on a bench in front of his locker, bent over resting his elbows on his knees and holding the latest press release in his hand.
Joe’s head has a bandage on his forehead from when Slipstream bashed him in the head with his own BLPW Tag Team title and that said title, rests next to him, his blood dried on the face of the title.
“King of Philadelphia…….arguably the most hardcore, bloodiest, brutal concept to ever grace a pay per view. Anything goes, you have to be a master of several different kinds of matches, or at least lucky enough to survive them. Every year someone’s career, someone’s star is made at this event and if you are one of the lucky few to have won this tournament….it’s something that no one can ever take away from you. You could say this is the Daytona of the BLPW. And this year, yours truly will be in the mix for that trophy. 8 guys enter, only one can win.”
Joe glances at the press release.
“Da Jokerman, Sniper, Lopan, Ash, McBride, and two guys who I really hope I will face, Slipstream and NC-17 will all lay everything on the line in hopes of joining the four guys who have won this tournament in the past. Who will be the next Hot Stuff Shawn Sanders? The next Kaz? The next JL Willis or the next Lone Star and how about who will be the next Heath Newton?”
Double J pumps his fist on his heart twice, kisses his index and middle finger and looks at the heavens and holds up a peace sign for Joe’s once tag team partner and co hart in crime.
“It’s a question that no one knows the answer to. I learn a lot about this tournament and what it takes to win it the last few years and while the last time I was in this tournament, I didn’t fair very well, this year…….I have a goal that’s even bigger than the KOP. That goal….is to beat the undefeated NC-17.”
Joe rubs his forehead for a second pausing to collect his thoughts.
“You NC-17 seem to have a hard on about poking your nose in my business! I had Ritilin locked in the figure four leg lock, he was with in second of tapping and I would move on to the next round of the ESW World title tournament and I look over to my right and there you are, distracting the ref so your new found buddy Slipstream can fuck me over! The other day at Epic….Sanders and I are taking care of some business, business that had nothing to do with you! And yet, there you are. You might have gotten lucky at Bruise Cruise and you haven’t tasted the taste of defeat in the BLPW…..until our paths cross at KOP. You had your moment of glory at Bruise Cruise, you tagged with Slipstream and won, job well done but this feud between Slipstream, Sanders and I go back to even before you even heard of the BLPW and the ESW! You want to stick your nose in my business than you just made a career altering mistake!
King of Philadelphia, not only will you NC-17, and you Slipstream but everyone else in this tournament will have to look up and pray they are not seeded across from me because if you are, your night will be short lived! Double J Joe Jones…..will stop at nothing…..at winning the king of Philadelphia!!!!
Consider your self warned!”
FTB…………………
It’s hours after Ultimate Mayhem, a show that witnessed Double J getting screwed out of his victory over Ritilin when NC-17 and Slipstream made sure Joe couldn’t win it. The locker rooms of the Pepsi arena are empty and quite with only a handful of guys here and there tearing down the ring and the stage to haul everything to the next venue. In his locker room Double J is sitting on a bench in front of his locker, bent over resting his elbows on his knees and holding the latest press release in his hand.
Joe’s head has a bandage on his forehead from when Slipstream bashed him in the head with his own BLPW Tag Team title and that said title, rests next to him, his blood dried on the face of the title.
“King of Philadelphia…….arguably the most hardcore, bloodiest, brutal concept to ever grace a pay per view. Anything goes, you have to be a master of several different kinds of matches, or at least lucky enough to survive them. Every year someone’s career, someone’s star is made at this event and if you are one of the lucky few to have won this tournament….it’s something that no one can ever take away from you. You could say this is the Daytona of the BLPW. And this year, yours truly will be in the mix for that trophy. 8 guys enter, only one can win.”
Joe glances at the press release.
“Da Jokerman, Sniper, Lopan, Ash, McBride, and two guys who I really hope I will face, Slipstream and NC-17 will all lay everything on the line in hopes of joining the four guys who have won this tournament in the past. Who will be the next Hot Stuff Shawn Sanders? The next Kaz? The next JL Willis or the next Lone Star and how about who will be the next Heath Newton?”
Double J pumps his fist on his heart twice, kisses his index and middle finger and looks at the heavens and holds up a peace sign for Joe’s once tag team partner and co hart in crime.
“It’s a question that no one knows the answer to. I learn a lot about this tournament and what it takes to win it the last few years and while the last time I was in this tournament, I didn’t fair very well, this year…….I have a goal that’s even bigger than the KOP. That goal….is to beat the undefeated NC-17.”
Joe rubs his forehead for a second pausing to collect his thoughts.
“You NC-17 seem to have a hard on about poking your nose in my business! I had Ritilin locked in the figure four leg lock, he was with in second of tapping and I would move on to the next round of the ESW World title tournament and I look over to my right and there you are, distracting the ref so your new found buddy Slipstream can fuck me over! The other day at Epic….Sanders and I are taking care of some business, business that had nothing to do with you! And yet, there you are. You might have gotten lucky at Bruise Cruise and you haven’t tasted the taste of defeat in the BLPW…..until our paths cross at KOP. You had your moment of glory at Bruise Cruise, you tagged with Slipstream and won, job well done but this feud between Slipstream, Sanders and I go back to even before you even heard of the BLPW and the ESW! You want to stick your nose in my business than you just made a career altering mistake!
King of Philadelphia, not only will you NC-17, and you Slipstream but everyone else in this tournament will have to look up and pray they are not seeded across from me because if you are, your night will be short lived! Double J Joe Jones…..will stop at nothing…..at winning the king of Philadelphia!!!!
Consider your self warned!”
FTB…………………